Svean Marcia's Story

Svean glanced at Sadie before lowering his head and slowly backing out.
"Will he come back eventually?" he muttered to her but kept his eyes on Lacross. No sudden movements. No sudden movements. But he knew when the real growl came and every instinct was telling him to run. But he had to shut the door. Try to keep an eye on Lacross and, if needed, keep the nurses away until he calmed down. Sadie was trying to yank his arm out of it's socket and he winced before, when he was far enough away, turned and sprinted out the door. He slammed it shut with terror. Pure Terror. It's not Lacross. It's the beast. He reminded himself but he was still shaking. He supported the door desperately. He couldn't let the beast out. It was his responsibility.
"Sadie, if the nurses find him like this they'll lock him up and it will probably become worse." he winced from his injured shoulder. "Please tell me if they are coming. We'll keep Lacross as safe as we can."

Lacross charged for the door once Svean sprinted for the door, but was slammed inside the cage that was his room. He reared up and banged on the door, hard enough to move the door and Svean on the other side of it. Soon it's rage was directed to other things in the room. Earsplitting screams and unholy roars could be heard from inside the room.

He was in pain, fighting with himself once again. 'THIS ISN'T YOU! STOP THIS! he screamed in his mind to no end, pleading with the beast did nothing to stop its rage. He pounded the door again, crashing of furniture from inside and the feeling of dread that readiated from his room. The feeling that there was a fight that going on. He managed to shake the note that he had stuck in svean shirt onto the floor as he tryed to escape his prison. The Beast knew his time was short and wanted to take out it's rage on anyone that it could. Only if it could get rid of dominance that lacross would have on it later.

Sadie scrambled away from the closed door as soon as it clicked, trembling from head to toe. That wasn't Lacross. Everything was spiraling out of control and she couldn't handle it. She wasn't in the trapped state of mind she usually was. Being off her meds and exhausted, she couldn't lock up her emotions and pretend not to feel anything. Sheer terror and a mourning for the friend she knew was trapped inside that beast brought forth the worst in her. Svean was trying to reason with her, trying to ask her to keep watch. But she couldn't just go. She could hear the howling, the practical screams from behind the other side of the door. She knelt down, her ear against the door, her palm pressed to it, tears streaming slowly down her face. "Lacross, don't be like this," her voice crawled above a whisper. Unheard. Unrecognized by the beast, she presumed. He couldn't listen to her if he wasn't in control. She knew that he wouldn't remember or care later if she was there to talk to him through the door, anyways. She could only make it worse.

"You're so much better than that." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. And in that moment, something was louder than his screams. Footsteps. Sadie jumped up, wiping at her eyes and stomping past Svean. She paused at the edge of the hallway, where the other halls met and crossed their path. She peered around the corner. Nothing. For now. She slumped there, against the wall, pressing her hands to her face. She couldn't listen to it. Even down the hall, even as terrifying as they sounded, Lacross' howls broke her heart. Everything felt so much more intense, so much harder to deal with when she wasn't on her medication.

The ruckus in the room started to lessen as Lacross started to tire. Trying to escape to no avail and Lacross himself starting to weaken his beast's control. He started to stumble, making one last push on the door before dropping to the floor. He panted in exhaustion, clawing at the door as the beast made it's last attempts at freedom for the night. Soon his vision blurred and blacked near the door, curled up on the ground.

This was the cycle that Lacross was cursed with almost every night. Unfamiliarity caused this violence. The entrapment caused rage and loss of control. they asylum itself caused the beast to become stronger than it had been on the outside and caused it's rage. But every night it would slip in it's hold and let Lacross to the forefront again with no energy to call for help. Only to fall to the ground in a pathetic heap.

Suddenly, there was peace. Well..maybe not peace, but Lacross stopped howling. Sadie moved from her position at the corner, knowing her task of watching for the nurses was over. She slowly made her way over, once more pressing her hand and ear against the door. No more howling. No more throwing furniture. Just his breathing from the other side of the door. "Lacross?" She questioned softly, tapping her fingers against the boundary between them. It made her sick. Did this happen every night? She pursed her lips, gently scratching at the faded paint on the door that was shut tightly between her and her friend. After a long period of thought, she wiped at the tears that stained her cheeks and climbed to her feet. She looked at Svean for a moment, then made her decision. She was going in there. Not too long ago, she had been dragging Svean out of that very room. But it sounded safer. Quieter. And quite frankly, what did it matter if she died? These thoughts were dangerous ones, ones that crept up on her whenever she stopped taking her pills.

Real emotions. Real thoughts. Everything was raw. Sadie struggled with the door, then slipped through the crack that was just big enough for her body. Oh, Lacross. Slumped there on the floor. All alone. Sadie frowned, and her knees met the floor in a clumsy fashion. She crept over to him, wary that he could snap up like something out of a bad horror movie at any moment. Whatever. She frowned, sitting next to the slumped over, probably not even conscious body of her friend. Gently, she stroked his back, murmuring quietly to mostly herself. Nothing important. Just small little stories. Childhood stories. Why it was going to be okay. Sadie spoke to Lacross like someone would speak to the picture of a deceased friend. Mournfully. With a smile and a sob in her voice. "My mother is coming today. I don't like her much." She shifted, tucking her legs to the side of her as she continued to gently stroke at his furs with the back of her hand.

"You need to get better, Lacross. We've got exploring to do." Sadie whispered, pouting out her lower lip. She was never present for his episodes. Ever. She lingered for quite a while, before she heard movement out in the hallway. She stiffened. A nurse entered, looking absolutely petrified. She seemed to be torn between running from the scene (destroyed room, claw marks on the floor) or dragging Sadie out of there. Sadie glared at her, completely stubborn. The two had a bit of a silent argument of whether she was leaving or not, before the nurse rushed at her, wielding a needle. Sedatives. "No!" She hissed, standing in front of Lacross with a fierce look on her face. She thought they were here to drug him.

"Your mother is here."

The words rooted her like the earth had opened and sucked her in, leaving her without the will to run. Sadie froze, and she felt the distinctive pinch of the needle in her arm. She was out of control again. A doctor appeared shortly afterwards, collecting her like a rag doll and swooping out of the room. Sadie couldn't even form a sentence, none the less see what they did after she was extracted from the room. Whatever happened beyond that was out of her control.